Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #11 February 2015 | Page 47

the Lunarites were more than spear wielding savages.
Some time in the past, however, they had fought generation long wars, their civilisation shattered beyond
repair.
Is that what will happen to us, Hiroshi wondered. Will
we blasted our worlds into ruins?
“Help.”

“Hiroshi, is that you?”
The final horror hit Hiroshi like a brick smashing into
his face; Kato’s face was blackened with burns, his eyes
swollen shut.
“Hiroshi, my arm hurts. How is my arm?”

“Kato, just rest easy. You’ll be fine.” Hiroshi suppressed
Hiroshi’s eyes snapped open. He was certain he had
an urge to vomit. He knew that Kato wouldn’t be alive
heard someone. He peeked over the Moon cow. No one for long.
was moving.
“Hirosh, I think I’m dying. I can’t open my eyes. Tell
“Hello?” he said.
my mother… she’ll be worried that I’m not wearing my
coat in the cold.”
“Help.”
Hiroshi suppressed tears as Kato spoke. He wanted to
It sounded like Kato. The jovial young man from Tokyo run, but found himself rooted to the spot.
had always been quick with a joke when things grew
rough. Hiroshi couldn’t see him; in the purple light, it
“I’ll tell her. I’ll tell her not to worry.”
was hard to make out more than human-shaped shadowy figures on the ground.
“Okay. I wish I could be home right now. I want to see
the girls in Ueno Park. I want to…”
“Kato, is that you?”
Kato’s voice faded into a whisper. Hiroshi couldn’t
“Hiroshi…help me…I’m shot.”
bring himself to get any closer to his dying comrade.
He sat there, watching Kato’s mouth mov